The last thing I can truly say I do remember is some man or women, rushing past me and knocking me over on to the ground.

My husband tried his best to grab a hold of me, but a strange man had come rushing over.

The man knocked my husband over and his head had smashed into the memorial, his blood had stained the very engrave on the metal.

I must have seen over a dozen of people rushing over the fallen man.

I must have fainted after that.

I really must be going and finding my husband, he’s not the kind of guy who likes to be left alone.

Oh how he would not forgive me, for not aiding him inside the hospital.

“Mam am sorry to inform you but your husband is.”